I don’t know what to say anymore.

I’m still experiencing quite a bit of pain at the incision site for the paracentesis. It’s just sore all the way down into the peritoneum where the needle went in, which makes sense, I suppose. I don’t remember having as much pain with the thoracentesis (lung draining).

I have an appointment with my oncologist on Monday afternoon to go over the scan results. I’m not looking forward to it. For reasons.

No kids this weekend. And D went into the office today. It’s quiet here. D and I are going to cook tonight, and tomorrow night we’re going out for a friend’s birthday. I’m looking forward to seeing everyone. It’s been a while.

I do wonder how my friends feel about me now that I’m so obviously sick. I feel like they treat me differently. I hate it, even though I know it’s normal, and sometimes even necessary. I wonder how much they’ll actually miss me when I’m gone. I guess I’ll never know.